Driving

I am driving alone late
at night and my hand dangles
from the armrest. Soon I gently
feel your fingers laced in mine.

I smile and
move my hand
to your leg,
you smile back,
and I take my eyes
off the road,
for just a moment,
to look at you.

I squeeze your leg
right above the knee
and you squeak,
but I hear the giggle in it.
You glare at me
in mock anger;
I grin back.
You throw my hand
off your leg
and cross your arms
over your chest.
I make a sad face,
and apologize;
you smile widely
taking my hand again.

You disappear,
and I’m left alone
again but I can somehow
still feel you
with me.